ANZAC Day done and the trumpet is back in the cupboard until November.

 At the start and end of our main (11.15am) ceremony in Wainuiomata the Christian god was thanked.

What the fuck? 

Besides wearing makeup,
what did he do to help?

A real god could have stopped it all.

I also read this when I woke up this morning. (Guess where?)

"Cardinal Muller, from Germany, says we must avoid a popularist/media orientated Pope. Modernism wants change and novelty in the Papacy. Catholics should desire the upholding of tradition and adhere to scripture. We must avoid the insidious temptation to fit Christ's teachings with what we might prefer. More souls are going to hell now than ever before. Sexual perversion, adultery and fortification are rampant."

More souls are going to hell now than ever before? I think that Mully is having a guess. 

Fortification is rampant? I think it always has been. Isn't that why god made penises and vaginas? I mean, he didn't have to. Okay, okay, I know, he's just a made up guy - from a set of three.

I've done ANZAC Day for ten years (or more). Lately they've added my name to the programme, but they spell it incorrectly. I really don't want to do it anymore. Why can't god appear and play the last post? Actually, one of the organisers told me he was quite excited because, evidently, they've made a trumpet that you play like a juke box. You hold it up and select 'The Last Post' and it plays itself. Maybe I'll be replaced because he seemed keen to buy one. 

I have a little cut on my left hand finger. I don't know how it got there but I hope I can still finger the violin because I have practice to do. 

Maybe I could put a bit of glad wrap around it, or something? Or maybe they're making violins like that juke box trumpet?

Here's an earlier model that could be more affordable.

Ah well, that's it from me this morning.

Ciao tutti.